Can you make it back for an ultrasound tomorrow?
Things that are bound to give me a heart attack and cause me to worry incessantly should never come via text. As usual, my phone had run out of juice and this was the message that greeted me when it finally chirped to life. How many hours had passed since the text was sent? Was there something wrong with the baby? Why did we need an ultrasound so soon? They just said at the last appointment that there wouldn’t be any more ultrasounds.
My mind pinged back and forth imagining all sorts of things, as my fingers frantically dialed. Luckily my mom answered right away. She had called Tim when they couldn’t get a hold of me. The doctor wanted to schedule the ultrasound ASAP and Tim agreed to scheduled it for Friday afternoon. Why? Because they are pretty sure the baby’s big and it looks like the safest thing to do is to induce and have him come early.
This gives the birth mother a better chance at a natural delivery and less chance of complications during the birth. She’s small. The baby is big. You do the math. Ouch!
An induction is really a best-case scenario in our minds. We are a four-hour drive away, plus the time it takes to pack two toddlers and a car. Our birth mother would like us to be there for the birth of our son. We want to be there for as much of the birth as possible. We all feel better with the delivery being scheduled.
I also know that they have you go to full-term whenever possible because it’s best for the baby. Part of me worries about another preemie, but he’s already pretty-well cooked. When a baby is born a little early, there is a small chance of breathing or feeding issues, but usually not many major issues. We have to trust in the doctors judgement on this one.
When it began to sink in that he will be early, my knees started to shake and my stomach began to hurt so bad I thought I would throw-up. I’m so unbelievably excited, but I’m also a little scared. We’re going to have THREE children. Is anyone every fully prepared for that? And it’s finally real. There are some strange parts to adoption. It’s harder for me to remember exactly how far along we are or how close time is getting without the aches and pains of an actual pregnancy. Time is more abstract. This made it real.
This text slammed home how quickly we will have a son. Soon. So incredibly soon.
I’m giddy, I’m laughing, I’m ready to shout my joy from the rooftops. I can’t help myself. I give a little twirl and chant “We’re going to have a baby.” My coworkers look at me a little strangely, but I can’t contain my excitement.
Life. Is. Good.
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